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Chapter 253
Chapter 253
“Wow, you're performing gardener duties. That’s something else. And you stink.” In an elegant dress and crimson heels, Rhea took photos of Millie, pinching her nose in a show of disdain.
In comparison, Millie was not as glamorous, clothed in a light blue T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. Her attire was plain and practical. In response, Millie made a clipping noise with her shears, refusing to be intimidated by Rhea’s provocations. “It's odd. If | smell so bad, why haven't you left yet?”
With her arms folded across her chest, Rhea looked smug. She certainly hadn’t expected to find Millie engaged in garden work so early.
“You want me to leave? Not a chance. I'll keep watching you garden, take photos, and let all my friends know that Millie has become a servant for the Thomas family.”
Unfazed, Millie responded with a smile, “I don’t mind gardening. See, my husband is catching fish for me. He thinks | need to put on some weight. Fish from the pond are quite healthy, you know.”
Marcus sat silently by the pond, engrossed in his fishing endeavor.
Pausing for a moment, Rhea retorted, “That's ridiculous. Marcus is fishing for fun, not for you. Stop making things up.” Millie stole a glance at Marcus, then she placed her shears down and said, “Watch this.”Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.
She trotted over to the pond, where a bucket held a plump crucian carp.
Millie crouched and seized the animated crucian. She glanced around and discovered that Gemma was in close proximity. “Get this fish to the kitchen, Gemma, and ask them to prepare it,” Millie directed.
“Okay, Mrs. Thomas.” Gemma promptly carried out Millie’s instructions.
What is Millie up to? Marcus thought, annoyed. He was fishing for leisure, not to feed her.
“Millie, what do you think you're doing? Bring that fish back,” Marcus grumbled under his breath.
Rhea caught up to them just as Millie sweetly said, “Thank you, darling, for catching this fish for me so early. | love you.”
“Marcus, she’s saying you were fishing for her. That’s absurd, isn’t it? Ah... I’m sorry,” Rhea said as she accidentally kicked Marcus’ gold-plated fishing rod due to her hurried approach.
Marcus was incensed; the fishing rod required daily special maintenance. No one had ever been so reckless with it before. “| apologize, Marcus,” Rhea quickly said, realizing the value he placed on the rod. Sensing the building tension, Millie quickly retrieved the rod.
“No problem at all. Let me pick up the rod for you, darling.”